Novel & Cerita Suddenly, I Am Rich

“Twenty million dollars? You’d have heard me howling from the rooftop in excitement. There was nothing even close to that. Geez, I was excited we weren't bankrupt.” “Well, you’ll have to dig deeper and if that doesn’t work, we thankfully know some really amazing tech people who can probably find it for you.” She gently punches me in the shoulder. “Damn, two packs, a mate who adores you, AND you’re independently wealthy? How do I sign up for that gig?” she asks, making me laugh. “Apparently, it comes when you least expect it, or don’t expect it at all. And we still don’t know if I’m wealthy. We just know Stellan and Christer thought I was.”

I opened it and found something written on it. Hello dear humans. If you are reading this letter, I know you want to commit suicide, right? I absurdly say, “Yes.” If I’m correct, I’d just like to inform you that today is your lucky day! Because you now have the opportunity to win millions of dollars! My forehead furrowed. “I don’t need money. I won’t be able to take the money to my burial.” You may wonder what you will do with that enormous sum of money, but I have a question for you... Do you want to repent?

It seemed she had magic on her lips because she was able to convince the ones she met to trust her with her words. Nathan couldn't believe what was going on. The room suddenly became too suffocating for him to be in. He wondered if he was dreaming or all this was just a prank. The Samantha he knew was a nobody. How on earth did she suddenly become this rich and influential? She even became the CEO of the greatest and biggest business empire in the state. How was that even possible?

“You’re suddenly rich, and yet you seem… sad.” “You know, I am fully aware that Ashford was that rich, but embracing those changes is still challenging. Especially since I don’t really know them well.” I hesitated, swallowing the lump in my throat. “And… I’m confused about my feelings because of Drake. I don’t even fully understand them myself.” “You know, the story of your life is like—you’re a pauper who suddenly turned into a princess. Not everyone is given that kind of opportunity, girl!” “Oh, you just don’t understand everything, Trisha.”

Two billion. It came slowly, disguised as a string of lottery wins. My parents were shocked by the sudden windfall. I smiled. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Oh God! “Gosh, this man is so rich. This is incredible!” someone exclaimed. “this is such a surprise, I’m so jealous!” another whined. A woman echoed exaggeratedly “Oh, I want to be his wife! I think I’ve fallen in love with him!” another woman added “Me too! He’s just so dreamy, my God!” Everyone present was shocked. Most of them have never even seen this much money before in their lives This was too incredible! The beautiful interpreter eyes almost popped out. She regretted her decision before immensely. He client was quite literally a poor man compared to Joshua. “If you’re rich enough, let’s see you get more chips as well,” Joshua said

“Hmm.. well, it’s big enough for you to breach at least ten contracts. Here, check it out.” Jace pushed the folder closer to me and pointed on the lower part of a certain page. My eyes widened when I saw the many digits of number on the paper! Seventy… seventy million bucks! Is this for real?! I blinked and looked at the paper once again, not believing my own eyes. “W-what…” I couldn’t find my voice to speak as I stared at the paper in awe. “Is… I-is this real? What… I’m rich now?” “Oh, you’ve always been rich, Miss Soledad. Like rich, rich!” He guffawed and winked at me.

But then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Richard leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Besides," he continued, a smirk playing on his lips, "I'm not just rich. I'm a billionaire." The words hung in the air between us, heavy with significance, as I struggled to comprehend the enormity of what he had just revealed. A billionaire. The thought was staggering, almost inconceivable, and yet here he was, standing before me as living proof that dreams could indeed come true. "You know, Richard," I quipped, a playful smirk dancing on my lips, "if only I had met you before Jessie, the cute French girl I tattooed once. Who knows what could have happened?"

"Damn, front row, I'm eating up the firsthand melon of a tycoon revealing his own secrets!" "Do you guys remember that lucky netizen who casually donated $200 and got the latest Garcia watch and jewelry, getting something for nothing? Everyone, go congratulate Mr. Garcia! Don't say I didn't remind you!" "Shit! Almost forgot about that, thanks kind soul, don't forget each other when rich!" "I want to be rich! Don't fight me for it!" "..." "..." "Bros, I've been there, don't go... it's impossible to get in..."

How did I even miss that message? “You really are a dumb, doc.” He commented watching me checking my account after a month it has been filled with pretty large sum. Money is not new to me. But, after three years of constant struggle for it, it has become a bright star which we can see but cannot touch. I gasped watching that star in my hands now. I am rich. “I can’t. “ I whispered still trying to gulp every zero I saw. “The money stays whether you want it or not. And I am not listening to another word against that.” He snapped.